Whoever thinks a faultless Piece to see,
Thinks what ne’er was, nor is, nor e’er shall be.
In ev’ry Work regard the Writer’s End,
Since none can compass more than they Intend;
And if the Means be just, the Conduct true,
Applause, in spite of trivial Faults, is due.
Lest We Forget The Greatest of All
I thought I’d add a little contemplative musings from my favorite author ever. Yep, Mr. Pope. I was about 14 when I discovered him and I never went back.